I'm afraid of staying in a quiet place for too long with my thoughts. I'm afraid they could hurt me more then they already have. They are like the monsters under the bed of little children. Except, There aren't any monsters under my bed. They're all in my head.
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Letters to the dead
PoesíaA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
